Bees and Honey

Listen up are you ready son for the greatest robbery? I found a job down in east London it’s a grey bank holiday. I feel my heart as it starts to pound, feel the train roll by and I don’t make a sound ‘cause we do it all for the money. The bees and the honey. Lying low in a tiny town where the law can’t touch me. The papers say that I’m famous now, is this my discovery? The lord knows that I have sinned but I’m working for a dream not a life on the bins ‘cause we do it all for the money. The bees and the honey. A pocket full of pretty green, now I gotta go. The pouring rain to the palm trees, Dover to Mexico. Her majesty’s now taking care but I lived my life like a millionaire ‘cause we do it all for the money. The bees and the honey